Elizabeth King
Jolting up in a panic, her eyes darted around the room as if someone was hiding in the shadows waiting to jump out. Once satisfied she was really alone, she collapsed back onto the bed. Rolling over, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. To her horror, it was only 1am. Sighing, she put her phone back on the table.
Getting out of bed, she headed straight for the shower. One cold shower later, she slipped into a pair of sleeping shorts and a tank top. Piling her hair up into a messy bun, she decided to head to the kitchen to get a drink before she tried to fall back asleep.
She knew it was pointless. Once she was awake there was no chance of getting back to sleep. Since the purge, seeing her mother being killed in front of her and turning it had been this was.
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